Loneliness Poem by Obodoh Faith

I saw the solitude temperament of my generation destroyed.
How I mourned the isolation.

Does the isolation make you shiver?
does it?

A desolation, however hard it tries,
Will always be unspeakable.
Now untellable is just the thing.
To get me wondering if the desolation is inexpressible.

Spirituality is, in its way, the profound life of holding.
Knock.
Why is it so yellow.

Just like a terrible wound, is loneliness.
Purr, purr, purr.